[Image of Keats’ autograph manuscript of the poem from October 1816]
[Poem as published by Keats in 1817]
On first looking into Chapman’s Homer.
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star’d at the Pacific—and all his men
Look’d at each other with a wild surmise—
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Source of the text - John Keats, Poems. London: C & J Ollier, 1817, page 89.
TJB: Buzzed of Homer. This armchair-travel sonnet with a bold volta plays loose with facts & gorgeously conflates the notions of reading & travel.
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